It was dawn and Neanderdad was dreaming. After struggling to get to sleep, then struggling to stay asleep, he was finally there. He dreamed fitfully of a lush, green, mammoth-stocked valley. Neanderdad was a night hunter, built for late-night forays. He was not built for the morning. But morning was now upon him.
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